Where the stars meet

☆Past☆

Past(adjective)

Gone by in time and no longer existing.

"The danger is now past."

"So you used to keep a diary?" Zephyr questioned running his fingers down the spine of the diary. To him it seemed quite normal to have a diary, but he was surprised that Celeste wanted to show it to him.

"Yeah, well I don't write much but I've had this for quite a long time now." Celeste replied as Zephyr opened it, tossing and turning pages. It was like flipping through a bizarre picture book.

He stopped to look at this one draw of a number block, the ones kindergartens used to teach children numbers surrounded by a bunch of alphabet blocks.

He flipped through a few more pages and paused at a drawing that seemed quite new, like it was drawn a few days ago, it was of an opened bird cage and a few stars flying out of it, this one wasn't colorful at all, just the stains of a blue pen. It was all a weird jumble of different things in the diary. He looked up from it, "You're really good at drawing."

Celeste blushed "It's not that good-'' murmured under his breath.

Zephyr smiled, "Kay, then tell me one thing, I'm pretty sure you didn't just draw a bunch of nonsense, you tried to indicate something."

Celeste returned a confused look, "What do you mean?"

"Like this one, the number block surrounded by alphabet blocks, you drew it when you were feeling left out in a room full of people right?" Zephyr asked quite sternly to which Celeste muttered

"Yeah something like that.."

"And this one, the stars flying out of the cage, you drew it when you were feeling trapped right? When freedom was all you wanted." Zephyr said.

Celeste widened his eyes before looking down and nodding his head "How do you-"

Zephyr chuckled "I've always found the concept of abstract art quite interesting, I've learned a lot about it online as well."

"You're awesome." Celeste muttered.

Zephyr didn't answer. He sat in silence for sometime before speaking again "You have so much more to you."

"What was that?" Celeste asked.

"Nothing."

Zephyr flipped through a few more pages before finally shutting it close. He reached for his pockets and pulled out a packet of marshmallows, handing it to Celeste, "Hey Celeste."

"Hmm?"

"Is it true that your house caught on fire when you were a kid?" Zephyr asked, "I've been wanting to ask this for a while now."

Celeste tore open the packet and picked a marshmallow up "Say aah," he gestured, to which Zephyr opened his mouth. Celeste popped the marshmallow into his mouth.

"Well, yeah I was around 9 back then," he stated. "I managed to come out of the front door, but uh, I lost my parents.."

Zephyr listened, but he did not speak, he didn't have anything to say. Celeste smiled "My mom now was supposedly my godmother, she was my mother's best friend. So legally, she was able to adopt me."

Zephyr frowned, "she doesn't look like she wanted to."

Celeste sighed "I'm sure she has her reasons, remember when I told you that a therapist told me about schizophrenia, I was appointed one because I could not utter a word after the incident, but the sessions didn't last much longer for her to actually look into it."

Zephyr pouted looking away, he still felt uneasy about Celeste's mom. He looked around and stroked the blonde's hair, "It's gonna be fine."

"Hopefully"